Chapter 1111: The Stele That Reached the Heavens, Killing Alone Was Enough to Break Through to the Primordial Level

As soon as Chen Chu stepped into the planar passage, he felt a force from Labio descend upon him, wrapping around his body with violent malice, rejection, and suppression. Yet the world’s oppression, which should have been enough to suppress eighty percent of his strength, was instantly neutralized by the Hell Power surging about him.

However...

Boom!

Blood-colored light surged endlessly. Chen Chu descended, and a dreadful aura swept across the battlefield. At the same time, with the descent of the fourteenth Apostle, the hell power that served as an extension of his strength swelled violently. From afar, the blood-colored light had already spread across more than two million kilometers. In an instant, it expanded tens of thousands more, engulfing countless deities.

"Crap, another evil god has descended!"

"This one’s aura is terrifying."

"Beware of that spreading blood light! If we’re shrouded within it, we’ll lose the protection of the world’s will and our strength will plummet!"

Chen Chu lowered his head slightly, his gaze piercing tens of thousands of kilometers to fall upon a shattered mountain below. There, a silver-armored ape was buried beneath an avalanche of rubble. Its aura had vanished, feigning death, yet such concealment couldn’t fool him.

What truly drew Chen Chu’s attention to this so-called top-level Caesar warrior, however, was its eyes. Through those wide, pupils, Chen Chu saw the reflection of how he appeared to this world’s beings: a grotesque and menacing monster, hundreds of thousands of meters tall; its body clad in crimson dragon scales; its joints, shoulders, and back bristling with spikes; and nine pairs of jagged dragon horns rising like a crown. At its feet, endless rivers of blood flowed, merging into an ocean where billions of beings struggled and wailed, their cries of despair piercing through the vision.

"So this is how I appear in the eyes of this world’s will." Instead of anger, Chen Chu found the image oddly satisfying. That form looked far more domineering. His thought stirred, and—

Crack! Crack!

His body swelled, crimson dragon scales and horns sprouting, his form bristling with spikes, the sea of blood roaring around him, countless lives wailing within it...

On the planar battlefield, a terrifying hell dragon appeared. Its fearsome visage made even Boroedo and the other Hell Apostles hesitate. As the figure moved, the heavens and earth quaked, the roaring blood sea drowning everything.

Boroedo unleashed its might, blasting back a flaming ancient god before shouting back. "Brother Chu Batian, this group is mine! Go find other prey."

With a roar, Boroedo swept its mountain pillar across the void. Principles coiled around it, space warped at its tip, and in an instant, it appeared above an elemental chief god.

Boom!

Before the god could react, the pillar struck, exploding it outright.

Amid the other Hell Apostle’s wary glances, Chen Chu’s voice came low and cold. "Relax. I’ve no interest in your prey."

He had entered Labio only to get a feel of the difference of this world, to prepare for the Abyss’ impending descent. Slaughtering ordinary alien gods and plundering resources held little value compared to killing the Abyss’ agents. As for the primordial existence hidden deep within this world, Alvaron was watching it. The instant it moved, it would be suppressed.

The blood sea surged forward, submerging the land. It carved a scarlet corridor ten thousand kilometers wide that stretched from the planar passage out for millions of kilometers. In its wake, tens of millions of alien legions unable to escape were swallowed, including the armies of two apostles numbering in the millions.

Yet the moment Chen Chu guided the blood sea beyond the shelter of Hell Power, the world’s suppression flared, and the blood sea roared.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the crushing force, his blood sea domain collapsed and compressed, until it spanned only two thousand kilometers. His aura weakened sharply, his beginning-stage true-spirit-level aura falling back to the peak of the ancient titan level. Within the pantheon, that power equated to the peak of a divine king. It was still formidable, but not beyond suppression by Labio’s top powers.

Boom!

Above Chen Chu’s head, the void shattered, ripped apart by a sword qi that tore a rift hundreds of thousands of kilometers long.

From the abyssal dark emerged a golden-armored ape ten thousand meters tall, its will sharp enough to pierce the heavens.

Boom!

In its hands shone a golden battle sword, with a radiance that stretched ten thousand kilometers, shaking the world and fracturing the void. Thirty-six colossal beams of sword light, each greater than planets and forged like solid gold, slowly pierced through the void. The moment they appeared, a mighty power descended.

Space and time froze within a hundred thousand kilometers of Chen Chu, and the world was split apart. The ape’s aura surged a hundredfold, its body swelling into a sky-covering Rampage Ape. It radiated pressure near the peak of the true spirit level.

"Evil god, this shall be your grave today!" Its majestic roar shook heaven and earth as the golden sword descended, its divine edge carrying god-slaying might. Even the Hell Apostles winced as its sharpness pricked their divine souls.

The thirty-six world-severing beams of sword light fell as one, slow in appearance, yet moving with a speed that transcended time itself, ready to annihilate Chen Chu in a single strike.

"It’s the Caesars’ Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, one of their two supreme ancient gods! He’s returned from the Terra Plane!"

Seeing the sky-piercing ape, alien gods within hundreds of thousands of kilometers erupted with joy. All recognized that the ape had been waiting for this very moment to strike with a killing blow against a foreign evil god. Their supreme powerhouse’s return ignited their morale.

However, while the alien gods cheered in excitement, the Hell Apostles’ gazes turned cold with ridicule. This was a being from the Eternal World. Even if the suppression left him with only a tenth of his strength, he wasn’t something a mere Great Thousand World’s true spirit could slay. Though they had never seen Chen Chu unleash his full power, every apostle harbored absolute confidence in him.

"What gave you the courage to ambush me?" The cold, detached voice reverberated through heaven and earth. Within the golden light where time and space had frozen, Chen Chu, his form savage and grotesque, slowly raised his head, his gaze icy as it fell on the endless sword light.

On his shoulder, a black stele veiled in blood-red radiance emerged. Hugging the stele with both arms, Chen Chu erupted with a terrifying power that shook the heavens.

Boom!

Time trembled, and the world collapsed. The thirty-six world-piercing beams of sword light shattered, along with the world-level weapon in the ape’s hand. Even its true form, bolstered by the world’s will and incomparably strong, was obliterated in a single strike.

Amid the storm of annihilation that ravaged millions of kilometers, only the towering black stele’s phantom remained, exuding a dreadful aura that suppressed the heavens themselves.

Beneath the stele, a golden radiance roared in rage. It was the ape ancient god known as the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords. Its true form was being scoured away by blood-colored lightning, dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

So strong! So terrifying!

Every deity trembled at the sight.

With the blessing of the world’s will, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords had battle power nearly equal to a peak ancient god, yet it was destroyed in an instant. Its divine weapon was shattered, and its true form was crushed. Even Boroedo and the other Hell Apostles narrowed their eyes.

Far away, more than two million kilometers across the battlefield, another ape ancient god roared in fury. "The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords cannot be allowed to fall! Strike to save it!"

The elemental ancient gods all knew the consequences. Their numbers were already few, and one on one, most were suppressed. If the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords perished, their odds of victory would plummet further, yet as they gazed upon the dreadful figure standing atop the stele, surrounded by a roaring blood sea, none dared act.

That evil god is too powerful. It obliterated the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords in a single blow. To rush in will mean the same fate for us.

Less than ten minutes later, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords let out a final, unwilling roar as blood-red lightning erased it completely before countless watching eyes.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At the instant of its fall, countless black thunderbolts erupted across the skies of Labio, explosions filling the world with baleful black light. It was the first ancient-god-level existence to fall since the battle began.

As Chen Chu slew it, the blood sea roared, surging outward. The blood light swelled thirty thousand kilometers further, merging with the distant horizon in one vast tide.

At the same time, the Despair Battle Armor on his body grew redder and more grotesque, its attributes spiking. The units of despair leapt from 10,890 to 15,750, his defenses surging stronger.

Whoosh!

Above him, within the blood radiance, strands of pure white light appeared from nothing, merging into his body. They were strands of the world’s origin. Just one was enough to help a cultivator at the peak of the Ninth Heavenly Realm break through to the mythical level, a ticket to ascend, and there were thousands of them.

Even Chen Chu was surprised. Feeling the massive accumulation of origin power flooding his body in an instant, he marveled, "The rewards of planar battles... Truly astounding."

Slaying a single true spirit yielded over a thousand strands of origin. If he crushed an entire Great Thousand World, would that not amount to tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of strands?

Transparent words surfaced before his eyes.

[Detected: large quantity of world origin within your body. Convert into origin points?]

Origin points... Convert

. Chen Chu didn’t hesitate. For true-spirit-level powerhouses, world origin could accelerate the evolution of principles and temper the true form, like an unrivaled natural treasure, and it was without side effects.

However, origin points were even more valuable to Chen Chu. They could be used directly as primordial qi and creation power, which once accumulated, could let him break through to the primordial level and even leap to the Second and Third Primordial Heavens. Quickly raising his strength within the true spirit level could be compensated with other world-creation-level treasures. There was no need to consume world origin.

As he pondered, the accumulated world origin within him dispersed like a flood, vanishing. His attribute panel shifted. The origin points, once at zero, now surged to 12,100.

"One strand of origin converts to ten origin points?" Chen Chu mused, his attention on the points.

[To condense and open the First Primordial Heaven requires 400,000 origin points.]

[Current origin points insufficient. Unable to enhance.]

[Current cultivation insufficient. Unable to transform primordial body.]

Reading the cascading words, Chen Chu’s lips curved into a feral smile. Killing only forty true spirits would suffice for condensing the First Primordial Heaven.

His gaze turned skyward, falling on the elemental ancient gods and the dozen Hell Apostles. If he slaughtered them all, he would nearly have enough to condense the First Primordial Heaven.

A chill rippled through the hearts of every true spirit present. Yet after a moment of thought, Chen Chu suppressed the urge to butcher them all. His colossal form turned away, striding toward the edge of the horizon. Following the coordinates Alvaron had given him, he was heading to guard the gate, where the abyssal passage was soon to descend.

In planar battles, the enemies of the Hell Apostles were never these world-bound deities, but the Abyssal Lords. In Chen Chu’s eyes, all of them were nothing more than streams of origin points.